No rain, miraculously! Greg kicked off the evening with his ever-mutating space hopper dance, with another generation of kids, all very enthusiastic except one tiny boy who kept wailing “I’m bored!” despite his energetic participation!

As usual, we played the Hogmanay and Woodcutters jigs, learned many years ago from our old friend Chris McLeod.

As always, the good folk of Victoria Park danced with inter generational verve. Here’s a Cumberland Square Eight set giving some wellie to the basket!

We thought we played ok, though a bit disconcerted by one of the foldback speakers which mysteriously blew up mid-dance. Greg’s muttering darkly about toroidal transformers and feedback destroyers …

Pictures of the bass player are rare in our archive, so here’s David on his Fender Precision!

Thanks to the Nobletts for the tasty barbecue and intriguing Wainwrights beer! All in all as spirited a ceilidh as ever, topped off by a madly fast Drops of Brandy. See you next year!